Fear is the driving force behind keeping people in jobs they hate, to make money to save for a future that may not materialise. You could drop dead tomorrow from the stress of the driving-force-fear keeping you in the job you hate. While having a savings and “emergency fund” might be ideal, the majority are barely meeting their basic needs in this monetary system benefitting the few with the most power. Poverty is systemic. (Watch from about 3 minutes in…although I don’t agree we need reform—we need REVOLUTION!). Even if…
Your best effort includes looking out for and attempting to make opportunities. In the past, an emergency fund was being surrounded by people who loved you enough, who saw your value enough, to want to support you when needed because there was reciprocity. We took care of each other. I’d rather be happy in poverty than living in fear of the future.
The arduous struggle of overcoming student loan debt taught me to minimise my financial responsibilities—I neither have nor wish to own a car, mortgage or debt of any kind. Instead, I stand ever more bravely within the tranquility of living a life in alignment with my values.
If I get to be old and broken down and don’t have people in my life who love me enough to care for me, then who have I been in this life? In any case, as my own god, I choose euthanasia. There was the ‘coming out’ and there’ll be the ‘going out’ party. Everyone’s invited to dance with my corpse as it’s done here!
“Tears are discouraged”
*Whispering* I’ll have mine sprinkled in merlot please…and I will pull on your toes at night if you eat meat at the ceremony!
I manage what money I receive, but you have one chance to cherish this Earth experience and obsessively hoarding because you have a scarcity mindset won’t accomplish this. I’m not sure how it works, but intentions supporting a spirit of authenticity, gratitude and honest giving, keep the money coming…there’s a flow—I don’t own it. I receive it and I pass it on.
This is the path I’m on (minus the experience of being a rich, Caucasian American male—not a judgement, just a fact…can’t help being born us—circumstance has also granted me a certain level of privilege).
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